Association of The Week : The Tree

e la prima volta che scrivo volevo solo ringraziarlo
per grazie a i suoi libri la mia vita e cambiata e finalmente ho scoperto di avere un dono ma avrei molte domande da fare in che modo potrei farlo? grazie

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The tree is for me a symbol of hope. It survises storms even pollution it can transform. It gives makes it posible for us to breath. A tree is life. It gives me grounding and its whspering trees teel great stories. My work is with children and I do projects with them in teh parks and woods of Amsterdam. We climb trees make huts and play with nature. Children love trees and hug them, feel their power and play withhtem. Trees and people a great combination. Trees are green friends , so lets be real friends to them too.

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Dear Sir..
I simply love your topics…

I cannot tell how happy I get when you post these association pages.
I am completely in love with nature, especially the sky and the tree. They give me a feeling of peace and joy. I am a loner, who finds happiness in the minutest things possible.. trees are simply beautiful .. when I am alone, reflecting about my life.. i love being around tress that time… it gives a lot of inspiration and strength.. cus then I feel .. i am not at all alone… I have the most amazing company anyone could ask for…

:-)
Thanks
Barnini

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L’arbre ( l’arbre généreux ) de Shel Silverstein , traduit par Michèle Poslaniec en français
Et en france , mis en scène au théâtre par Nino D’introna

Écrit en 1963 – en anglais “The giving tree “:
“Once there was a tree . . . and she loved a little boy.” So begins a story of unforgettable perception, beautifully written and illustrated by the gifted and versatile Shel Silverstein.
Every day the boy would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, or slide down her trunk . . . and the tree was happy. But as the boy grew older he began to want more from the tree, and the tree gave and gave.
This is a tender story, touched with sadness, aglow with consolation. Shel Silverstein has created a moving parable for readers of all ages that offers an affecting interpretation of the gift of giving and a serene acceptance of another’s capacity to love in return.

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Para mi el árbol significa renacimiento, nueva energía, vida. ESte año pasé un momento difícil que coincidió con el incendio de un árbol de un jardín vecino al mío. Ese árbol me enseñó muchas cosas. Que no hay que creer que estamos vencidos, que aún cuando corra sólo una gota de savia, la vida puede surgir. Hoy, en poco tiempo, el árbol está lleno de hojas nuevas. Y yo llena de nuevas esperanzas. UN abrazo, Paulo.

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Tree is (my inner) Life, ancient, omnipresent, it breathes, it bleeds, it weeps. Cut a Tree and I weep. Trees take care of the Earth, without them, Earth dies.

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I associate tree with FAMILY, one root one relative…

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The tree is pure growth
a symbol also of mystery
with it’s branches reaching out and up
A tree always reminds me to “reach out”, and reach up….
Nature is never wrong…..

ALL LOVE=cat

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Here is the translation of what I wrote above (by hoping that it is just):

I pass on to you an e-mail sent through myspace on November 25th of this year when I met Paulo Coelho’s site which brought me on this blog mail sent to coelho paulo to say to him that I was delighted to find him:

” When I look at the area(extent) and at the beauty of a landscape of mountain, sometimes I see the tree which is present, and one day it will appear to me and one day I shall understand that I looked for it eyes while I had to find it with my heart simply the research is not vain, but necessary and finally the light for me and in my heart will be made because any search a day will see rewarding and will give a new sense to the life of light, to every road of meeting, to every route of life which enlightens the area(extent) of a landscape of mountain … ”
I had sought and received, and receives thank you

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As I look out of the window, there is a fog gently rolling in, shrouding the trees to the point of invisibility. As the mist rolls on glimmers of a tree trunk, the odd branch, some leaves and then within seconds, there are the trees again, strong, deeply rooted, branches swaying with the breeze. The old bark, dark, grey and brown strips shedding, mulching the ground beneath. New smooth, almost pink wood taking its place. Their roots strongly anchored in the rich surrounding soil. Trunks and branches exposing age and resilliance. Leaves – green with life.

Tomorrow these trees that touch my soul will be different again depending on the light of the sun, and the time of the day. They will reveal colours of pink, grey, brown, red, green and gold. They will be still or sway with the wind. The smell of eucalyptus will pervade the air, and I will sit, humbled by their beauty, and their strength. I will be reminded to be grounded, to reach deep, but to be flexible, to blow in breeze, to give of myself and my home and that I am part of the cycle of life they clearly represent.

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Finally, I have seen your pictures and read about you.I just heard about you from my sister who was so excited to see you for a book signing in Dubai last year.

Anyway, a TREE for me represents physical and the divine life. It starts out in the dark, as if non existent, but it is there. Seed germination is likened to our 9 months in our mother’s womb. Breaking soil, physical birth, springing of buds, branches and roots as our growing up years where we have to weather a lot of storms and seasons. The divine is when it meets it fate, being sawed for lumber or other mundane purposes…as we die we are reborn, and only our faith will know where it will lead us. Thus another cycle of life begins yet again.

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Tree is breath, air, endless arms.
Sound of a strong freedom.

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I associate the tree with stability, permanence, growth, and healing. According to Doreen Virtue who writes about fairies and angels, there are such things as tree people (like fairies and gnomes) who can provide wisdom and answers. Maybe that’s why people like hugging trees. I love the idea of a tree house, a tree fort, a branch to sit in and read, the changing with the seasons, the shade, the sheer beauty and massive size of trees. The Powder Puff tree is my favorite.

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the tree brings me back over the years and to this chilhood song..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrd7CxDxyEE

Le cose di ogni giorno raccontano segreti
a chi le sa guardare ed ascoltare.

Per fare un tavolo ci vuole il legno
per fare il legno ci vuole l’albero
per fare l’albero ci vuole il seme
per fare il seme ci vuole il frutto
per fare il frutto ci vuole un fiore
ci vuole un fiore, ci vuole un fiore,
per fare un tavolo ci vuole un fio-o-re.

Per fare un fiore ci vuole un ramo
per fare il ramo ci vuole l’albero
per fare l’albero ci vuole il bosco
per fare il bosco ci vuole il monte
per fare il monte ci vuol la terra
per far la terra vi Vuole un fiore
per fare tutto ci vuole un fiore

Per fare un tavolo ci vuole il legno
per fare il legno ci vuole l’albero
per fare l’albero ci vuole il seme
per fare il seme ci vuole il frutto
per fare il frutto ci vuole il fiore
ci vuole il fiore, ci vuole il fiore,
per fare tutto ci vuole un fio-o-re.

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“The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein, on of mine and my daughter’s favorite books. Here is a reading of it I discovered on YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up7-xHm6jlA

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In the early spring time, after a heavy storm of ice, walking in the forest, I hear the trees awake with crying.

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The tree of Good and Evil, in Paradise.
The Tree of Life.
The Sacred trees in Ancient Greece.
The Olive trees mountain in Jerusalem.
The tree of Judas, the fig tree.
The tree, under which, Buddha had his revelation.

Now we have to … decipher our dear-est Paul’s from Austria comment above! He seems to be happy with… roots and … flying spirit!! God bless him.
LOVE,
Thelma

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First and foremost, the great god, Odin, who hung upside down, for nine days and nights, from the world-tree (World-Ash), Yggdrasil, in order to attain the wisdom of the Nine Realms of existence. At the end of this period of torturous self-sacrifice (as he, not unlike Christ, chose willfully to assume this role), he fell from the tree and, in a sudden flash of insight, was granted the wisdom of the Runes, which was later passed on to humankind.

Yggdrasil, as the center of the world in Norse mythology, is a huge ash tree, in which dwells, among other things, the great serpent Jormungandr, who guards it. (Sound familiar?) Meanwhile, at its base lies coiled the mighty dragon Nidhogg, also a fierce guardian of this ladder between the Nine Worlds.

An image of Yggdrasil:
http://altreligion.about.com/library/glossary/yggdrasil.jpg

From beneath the roots of Yggdrasil issue three springs: Mimir (the well or fountain which can grant, to one who is worthy, the ability to see the future), and Hvergelmir (the wellspring of the cold that encompasses Neflheim or Hel, the eternal abode of those who do not die a hero’s death) and Uroarbrunnr (the well of fate).

The interesting thing about Uroarbrunnr, also called the Well of Wyrd (“fate”), is the Norse concept of “fate” or “destiny,” which is much akin to the concept of karma, though somewhat different. This term, is known to most of us from Old English “wyrd,” as in the “wyrd sisters” (“weird sisters” – the three witches) of Shakespear’s Macbeth. By the term “fate,” however, in the Norse concept, there is no sense of predestination, as we think of “fate.” There is, instead, the idea that all intentions, actions and events in the present coalesce to form the future – so there is “free will.” One is not simply destined to a certain predetermined “fate,” although one’s fate is bound up with the intentions and actions of others. What is unique, however, is the idea that the future likewise reflects back upon and influences the reality of the present (or past).

On the whole, the The Well of Wyrd makes me think of your concept Paulo, of “personal legend.” There is a certain element of Divine Will or imposition of a specific “destiny” or “life-purpose” by a higher power, and yet the individual retains his/her free will. Likewise, there is this concept at play which is often expressed in the phrase “no man is an island” – our future and our personal destiny is not a thing apart from the society, the culture and the people with whom we share our lives. All is inextricably intertwined – the past, the present, the future, our will and the will of the Gods, our intentions and actions and the intentions and actions of our fellows – as intertwined as the twigs and branches of Yggdrasil, the great World-Tree which stands at the center of the Nine Worlds.

My daughter has a puzzle. (Sometimes we enjoy working puzzles together.) It is not a child’s puzzle really, but is challenging even for an adult. It depicts a tree which, to my mind, is Yggdrasil (the mighty World-Ash, The Tree of Life). It is a most amazing picture. The tree, so large, so expansive, is home to a universe – an unending parade of birds and reptiles and mammals. Its branches, the color of fire or the sun itself, a never-ending maze of color and form, aspire toward the sky while, at the same time, forming an inviting umbrella of shade and safety for all that rest below. beneath it, outlined by the horizon itself are two human figures dancing on the hilltop, oblivious to all but the music of the spheres.

Trees are magic. Some trees surely are. In my back yard is a very special tree, an “axis mundi” of sorts, certainly the center of my small world. The first time I laid eyes upon it, it was just a sapling, not much higher than my head. I came to look at this house, and the person who showed it to me told me, “There is something very special in the back yard that you have to see.” It was this young oak, or should I say, two young oaks, sprouted either side-by-side or perhaps from the same root system – it was impossible to tell. The two trunks had begun to intertwine, wrapping themselves around one another like a twist-tie from a bread wrapper. As this tree, or trees, grew, they became one. The trunks continued to intertwine and eventually wrapped so tightly around one another that the bark grew together and formed one skin. The only evidence that this is actually two trees is a sort of corkscrew crevice, the seam between the two barks, that runs from the base of the tree all the way up its trunk to a point, near the very peak, where the trunks again split into two. Now, this great oak, which sits at the center of my back yard – the only tree around which is not a pine – is, in my mind, more than just a tree. It is not merely an object under which I seek shade or shelter; it is both a living spirit, which presides over and protects my life here, and a sign, a sort of promise from above. I never sit beneath it but that I am aware of its presence in the most profound manner. That tree, for me, is not only the center point of my turning world, it is the ladder between the realms.

Sincerely,
Savita

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Tree-friend, different sizes,shape and type, bark, leaves, branches, one of nature’s workers, my Oak tree at the front.

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Trees are divine, manifestation of the Love that we are all made from. Trees are innocent like prophets and like children. Trees have souls, their souls are connected to the Soul of Universe. Trees have their own agonies, pleasures and secrets. As many as the types of humanbeings are, that many are the trees, each one is different from the other. There are the tall and long ones that stand in line like a band of determined soldiers, there are very wide and old ones that have a shadow for everyone who sits under them, and the short crooked ones that stand in solitude in the far far away fields. Trees are sacred because birds live in them, and they are sanctified becuase lovers inscribe their names on them.

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When I read yourI think of how I have always loved trees. When I was a young girl, we had four willow trees around our house. Every day I would be up in one or another of those trees, sitting, watching the world below, the sky above.
I think of my mimosa tree, felled three years ago by a winter snow, and how we had to cut it up and remove it from the yard. Two years ago, during the late spring, a tree began to grow in the exact same spot. This year, during the late summer months, this little tree grew pink feathery flowers and grew even taller. I look out the window now and see a mimosa sapling, four feet tall, that grew from the roots that were left in the ground.

I remember thinking about how a tree branches out, not only above the ground but below the ground as well. It reaches for light at the same time it explores the dark.

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Tree?
Tree symbolise for me a historie.
Routs like our ancestors, on whoes foundation we are growing.
Trunk like our grandparents.
Branches like our parents .
Leaves like us,
Fruits like our kids.

Sometimes our lifes is difficult we don’t know why. We suffer.We try but is dificult to change our life.
The christians many time say it is our destiny.
But it is right?
All the trees has destiny to be fruitfull.
Just sometimes the soil it isn’t good.
If you are gardener, will you give up and say this is the destiny.
You will change the soil.

Same in our life.
Even our roots was not good , we must try to bear good fruits.
We try to recognise a wrong soil (historie) and change it to good root.
Then our tree will give a good fruit .

We will give a good root of new historie .

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well a few things come to mind when I think about trees.
How we breath , how we eat from them ,how the earth feeds us ..also I think of things like Tarzan in the jungle swinging from trees,I think of paper ,and also love -how when people carve there name into a tree with a heart around it ..furniture ,and also how rich in amber,myrrrh,frankicense there sap ,rich in resins ,also some trees are as old as creation.Plus it reminds me of a question that the Queen of Sheba had asked Solomon ..she carried in a tree trunk with neither roots or branches ,and she asked him -which end of the trunk sprang the roots and which end held the branches
..??
Solomon ordered them to throw it into the water and soon discovered the trunk sea sawed for ages but it soon showed that the roots sank and the branches where buoyant .
Sheba replied with “It comes from the earth ,like the dust which feeds and enriches it.But ift flows like water and lights up the home .
Blessings Tania

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Je vous transmets un mail envoyé par l’intermédiaire de myspace le 25 novembre de cette année où j’ai rencontré le site de Paulo Coelho qui m’a amené sur ce blog …
courrier adressé à paulo coelho pour lui dire que j’étais ravi de le trouver :

“lorsque je regarde l’étendue et la beauté d’un paysage de montagne, parfois je ne vois l’arbre qui est présent, et un jour il m’apparaîtra et un jour je comprendrai que je le cherchais des yeux alors qu’il fallait que je le trouve avec mon coeur
simplement la recherche n’est pas vaine , mais nécessaire et enfin la lumière à mes yeux et à mon coeur se fera
car toute quête un jour se verra récompenser et donnera un nouveau sens à la vie de lumière , à chaque chemin de rencontre , à chaque parcours de vie qui éclaire l’étendue d’un paysage de montagne … ”

J’avais sollicité et reçu , et reçoit ..merci

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